Pluck aeolian harp my child
Beyond the lust of this moment
Thin as a pine slat
It does no good to call you mine
You're a big brown bull
Button up and button down
Now grim pilgrim
He come around
As he did he will roll
Drivin like there aint no god at all
He digs his hole
Do you see the day far on
Brothers it is a line
There is no buffalo outside rifle child
It is more than hunger
That betrays my heart
Now is the end of the gentile Pluck aeolian harp my child Beyond the lust of this moment Thin as a pine slat It does no good to call you mine You're a big brown bull Button up and button down Now grim pilgrim He come around As he did he will roll Drivin like there aint no god at all He digs his hole Do you see the day far on Brothers it is a line There is no buffalo outside rifle child It is more than hunger That betrays my heart Explain Request ×
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